Third Person's POV
Gloria and Sabrina returned to the Bloodmoon Pack territory, their nerves frayed.
The air, usually carrying the scent of pine and territorial marks, was now thick with their humiliation and rage.
As they entered the packhouse, Gloria spun around and slapped Sabrina viciously, her claws grazing Sabrina's cheek.
The c***k echoed through the stone hall.
"Ouch!" Sabrina cried, clutching her face and stumbling back, her eyes wide with shock and shame.
Gloria couldn't maintain her Luna's poise. Cedar pheromones burst out with fury, and her sharp howl shook the rafters, sending dust cascading down.
"How dare a Bloodmoon she-wolf bring such shame upon us? You disgraced our pack tonight! Come!"
She seized Sabrina's wrist, her nails digging in. "We'll see Rosemary now! She
